Posts from ⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

— We were about to start, but you, unfortunately, distracted us.

So, how about it, want to practice with me?

- Yes, I think it will be helpful and possibly more productive than regular training.
just no heavy armor, please.

He has light lungs, Ar.

-- Long live the Mother! I didn't expect that from you, Eznir; you're an educated and cultured aristocrat. -- Gulveig waved her hand with relative grace. -- Ah, never mind, I understand the problem. You both haven't eaten since morning, right? A one-time, exceptional offer – I invite you both to Amber for pudding, my treat.

/At every event, he's just looking for an excuse to visit "Yantar"./

— Any woman, regardless of age or social class, should pay attention to what, when, and where she is, Gulveig. — The girl looked at her interlocutor with an assessing gaze. — You probably don’t know this, or maybe you simply don’t care about your own appearance, but don’t you dare bring the lovely Yua down to your pig-like level, understand? Not to mention that a low-born beggar like you dares to invite me to dinner... That’s quite audacious of you.

"Yes, yes," Gulveig said wearily, rolling her eyes. "Only the Mother knows if I am of low birth or not," she sighed. "Alright, Eznir, listen. For the sake of Yua, so that she is not tortured or harmed, I will stand guard with a shield for a while. Instead of Yua. However..." Vegi switched her tone to one that was pointedly formal and even bowed. "I humbly request that you later pay for the repair of my shield, for it is my daily bread, and it is with this shield that I will henceforth protect you from potential enemies."

— So you think you can disregard the wisdom and advice of those better than you? What are these sighs and eye-rolls?! — Eznir fixed Gulveig with such a piercing stare that one might think it could cut. — You dare to imply that I intended to torment or maim Yua, and then, as if nothing had happened, switch to an insincere, false form of address? I've changed my mind! — The girl gracefully turns her back on Gulveig. — I have no desire to play with you, or, I fear, by day's end there won't be a trace left of you... Get out of my sight this instant!

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Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Hans shares his combat experience with Anselm.


1. +2 to power
2. +20 to health
3. +2 to endurance
4. +2 to willpower
5. +1 to attack range - 500 exp.
6. +30 to health - 600 exp.
7. +3 to endurance - 700 exp.
8. +3 to willpower - 800 exp.
9. +3 to power - 900 exp.
10. 25% chance to deal double damage - 1000 exp.


Landsknecht - 1500 exp.
The reward for quests increases by 10% per unit of etiquette.

"Where else could she possibly find something to be insincere about," thought Gulveig. "How much more... With each time, her character gets worse and worse, you even start to wonder if she really is the old man's granddaughter? But Yua needs to be saved, there's nothing to be done about it."
-- Please forgive my blunder, Miss Eznir, and I truly want to assure you that it was sincere. Regarding your advice, yes, I will try to take it into account if you are so kind as to give me a second chance.
"Baa, I haven't flirted that much yet, of course, but what can you do."
All this time, she remained in a bow.

Ah, I wish I had the support of some young, witty, and wealthy heir with a baby face, whose very presence could make a brazen young girl blush.

— Oh, look at her, she's lying and doesn't even blush! No shame, no manners, no conscience... But then again, what else can you expect, since a person's appearance is a reflection of their soul. Get out, I don't want to see you!

4. +2 to Willpower

acceptable 🗿

After training, Anselm went to the statue to pray.

Gullveig stood up and sighed deeply, filled with regret. "Well, you've known me for a long time. Nevertheless, it's true that I don't want to cause you any harm, offense, or your resentment, or tears," Vegi said wearily, but with complete sincerity. "That would be extremely low. All I want is a good relationship with you, believe it or not. It's my duty to the granddaughter of my beloved baron. Sometimes it's very difficult, but I still love you, so know that." "As for my manners and everything else, well, who else will teach you if not me? I know being a noblewoman isn't easy, but if nobles neglected their servants, they wouldn't have any servants, would they?" If this isn't enough to soften the mischievous girl, she steps aside, but not too far, staying within sight. It's as if Eznir said she doesn't want to harm Yua, and that gives hope, but considering that the game itself is dangerous, it's better to be ready to help.

Yua and Eznir leave to visit Celine and disappear behind the doors of the Mariendorf estate.

"Well, someone will look after them. Oh, Mother, it will be tough for Eznir when she grows up, of course. Give us all patience and wisdom. And thank you for letting us live in Baldur, and not somewhere else... in Cerberia."
"By the way, this was a lesson in a way," she thought. "If things are so bad with children, real nobles can be even more vulnerable. Father doesn't teach such lessons, but a mercenary needs to understand what's what, and either not get involved, or send someone to negotiate with the nobles who will definitely know what they are doing."
"And I'll make up with Eznir, we used to get along, she's just not in a good mood today."
With these thoughts, Gulveig turned around and went to the temple library, where she decided to read a new book: